So...speaking of apprehensive, we went to a baseball game Sunday afternoon. Remember last time? We sure do. Crying, tears, requests to go home...a hot dog...more crying. I think we only made it through 3 or 4 innings. But this time, though starting out similar, went better. We got him calmed down with some food (snow cones make everything better, don't they?) and he eventually seemed to enjoy himself.
|In his brand new Yankees jersey. My mom would love it!|
Grant eventually got comfortable enough to really watch the game, ask questions about the game, and yell to the players. And he got really excited when I let him take some pictures with the camera (with help, of course).
|This was his vantage point with the camera.|
|A smile! He had fun :)|
|Ready to catch a foul ball!|
|Lovin' on Gramma|
|Boo-in a bad call!|
Maybe soon we'll Grant to the movies and show him that there's no torture chamber in there either! (Because that Planes movie looks really cute and I'm not gonna lie...I want to see it.)